1. This is my new blog, just starting up. Any support is appreciated :]


  2. Red Rum (old poem revised)

    You close my eyes

    but I never get any rest,

    try to slow the ticking in my head,

    the beast pounding in my chest.

    I swear I’m in love,

    you fill that hole, scratch that itch

    when you touch me there, so touch me there

    right above the wrists.

    Death is on your tongue

    but you’ll always have me licked

    my five feet five inches

    fell for your six.

    I feel you slipping under my skin,

    spitting in my blood,

    the prick of your kiss

    feels an awful lot like love.

    These days, this is as good as it gets

    and I’m as good as gone

    but it’s so good to be that way

    when I have you in my arms.

    A spoonful of sugar

    just won’t get it done

    nothing is as sweet

    as the burn of your red rum.

    ©Jenna Allie


  3. Best Friends means…

    There were supposed to be no secrets here.

    This was never a place for what we were,

    always who we were becoming, together.

    Maybe that was my flaw,

    believing we were in this together.

    You were the one

    I called when I held that blade to my skin

    you were the one

    who took every sharp object out of my room

    and refused to give them back until months after.

    You sat through an entire meal with me

    while I chewed like that hamburger was sawdust

    and when I couldn’t stop crying

    you let me sleep all night with you

    in your twin sized bed.

    So what was I supposed to do

    when I woke up to that message?

    I don’t know what I was supposed to do,

    but I’ll tell you what I did;

    I threw my phone across the room

    and cried like I haven’t since I was 16,

    with a morning stomach

    dry heaving over the side of my bed.

    I know you think I cry a lot

    and we laugh about sometimes

    but this was different

    and I’m glad nobody had to see it,

    it was an ugly, snot-filled cry.

    What should I have done?

    I’ll tell you what I did;

    I curled up in your twin sized bed

    looking at the pictures on your wall,

    and that card I wrote you when we first became friends.

    We were supposed to be in this together.

    You weren’t supposed to go back to that,

    I don’t want to think of you

    with dirt in your blood,

    with a needle in your arm.

    Everyone says its nothing personal,

    and I trust in God, I do

    but when the day ends

    and my body slows

    as my thoughts race,

    how the fuck am I not

    supposed to take this


    ©Jenna Allie


  4. New blog I’m starting of primarily just my writing, please support! It’ll be up and running in a few days.


  5. I always marvel at the humans’ ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.
    — The Book Thief (Markus Zusak)

    (Source: wordsthat-speak, via judahuda)


  6. (Source: tsktsks, via judahuda)



  8. oxlips:

    untitled by anneparker on Flickr.

    Here would be nice

    (via wethinkwedream)



  10. On Dating Heroin Addicts

    I hadn’t been awake long enough

    to see this side of tragedy,

    silver linings were for fools

    who had to believe in something

    just to give their sorrow meaning.

    I swore I’d never be that foolish.

    I slept curled up with my misfortunes,

    my ribs cradling the ache in my gut,

    with eyes heavy, rolling like stones

    to hide away from everything

    this world had done to me. 

    My eyes are open enough today

    to see you are not well

    and there is pain

    in watching those you love

    circle the rabbit hole

    like a wedding band

    clanking around a drain.

    And an even greater ache

    comes from knowing there is nothing

    this body can do for you,

    that my unapologetic skin

    could never hold you tight enough

    to make you believe

    that you fit inside your own.

    I hadn’t been awake long enough

    to see this side of tragedy

    but today my ribcage opens up

    like shutters for the winter sun

    when warmth comes unexpectedly.

    Even in the light my heart still holds worry

    just as sunbathing serpents still hold venom

    no matter how docile they may seem.

    Against all odds

    this heart pumps clean blood

    and despite all I have done to this world

    my pulse pounds steadily, proudly

    like the sore soles of a soldiers feet

    as he finally marches home.

    ©Jenna Allie



  12. When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits - anything that kept me small.
    My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.
    — Kim McMillen   (via bluishtigers)

    (Source: yagazieemezi, via bluishtigerrs)


  13. We gotta start teaching our daughters to be somebodies instead of somebody’s.
    — Kifah Shah  (via anderlynn)

    (Source: ivicus, via internal-acceptance-movement)


  14. cherry-and-also-bomb:


    (Source: interinspiration, via 24x18)


  15. If I am to ever lay beside you

    you must see me as I am,

    all of me.

    see me as the freckle faced child

    precocious and raspy voiced,

    terrified of everything.

    see the gangly preteen

    with a bone structure

    that would someday fall

    neatly into place


    for the moment,

    looked awkward and perhaps

    a little masculine,

    terrified of everything.

    see me as the malnourished teenager

    with translucent skin

    and sunken eyes,

    terrified of everything.

    see me as the woman lying beside you

    still slightly freckle faced

    with high cheekbones

    and skin riddled with scars,

    still afraid sometimes,

    I’m still afraid sometimes.

    ©Jenna Allie